Kanye West —
Runaway

Lyrics and music by Kanye West, Emile Haynie, Jeff Bhasker, Mike Dean, Terrence Thornton, Malik Yusef, John Branch and Peter Phillips
feat. Pusha T

   And I always find, yeah,
   I always find something wrong.
   You been putting up with my shit
   Just way too long.
   I’m so gifted at finding
   What I don’t like the most.
   So I think it’s time
   For us to have a toast.

Chorus:
     Let’s have a toast
     For the douchebags.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the assholes.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the scumbags.
     Every one of them that I know.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the jerk-offs.
     That’ll never take work off.
     Baby, I got a plan:
     Run away fast as you can.

She find pictures in my email.
I sent this girl a picture
Of my dick.
I don’t know what it is with females,
But I’m not too good with that shit.
See, I could have me a good girl,
And still be addicted
To them hood rats.
And I just blame everything on you.
At least you know
That’s what I’m good at.

   And I always find, yeah,
   I always find
   Yeah, I always find
   Something wrong.
   You been putting up with my shit
   Just way too long.
   I’m so gifted at finding
   What I don’t like the most.
   So I think it’s time
   For us to have a toast.

Chorus:
     Let’s have a toast
     For the douchebags.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the assholes.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the scumbags.
     Every one of them that I know.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the jerk-offs.
     That’ll never take work off.
     Baby, I got a plan:
     Run away fast as you can.

Bridge:
   Run away from me, baby,
   Run away.
   Run away from me, baby,
   Run away.
   When it starts to get crazy,
   Then run away.
   Babe, I got a plan:
   Run away as fast as you can.

   Run away from me, baby,
   Run away.
   Run away from me, baby,
   Run away.
   When it starts to get crazy,
   Why can’t she just run away?
   Baby, I got a plan:
   Run away as fast as you can.

Twenty-four seven, three sixty-five,
Pussy stays on my mind.
I-I-I-I did it.
Alright, alright, I admit it.
Now pick your next move.
You can leave or live with it.
Ichabod Crane with that
Motherfucking top off.
Split and go where?
Back to wearing knockoffs? Haha.
Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off.
Let’s talk over Mai Tais,
Waitress, top it off.

Hoes like vultures wanna fly
In your Freddy loafers.
You can’t blame ’em,
They ain’t never seen Versace sofas.
Every bag, every blouse,
Every bracelet.
Comes with a price tag,
Baby, face it.
You should leave
If you can’t accept the basics.
Plenty hoes in
The baller-nigga matrix.
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless.
I’m just young, rich, and tasteless,
P!

Never was much of a romantic.
I could never take the intimacy.
And I know I did damage.
’Cause the look in your eyes
Is killing me.
I guess you knew of that advantage.
’Cause you could blame me
For everything.
And I don’t know how I’ma manage.
If one day, you just up and leave.

   And I always find, yeah,
   I always find something wrong.
   You been putting up with my shit
   Just way too long.
   I’m so gifted at finding
   What I don’t like the most.
   So I think it’s time
   For us to have a toast.

Chorus:
     Let’s have a toast
     For the douchebags.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the assholes.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the scumbags.
     Every one of them that I know.
     Let’s have a toast
     For the jerk-offs.
     That’ll never take work off.
     Baby, I got a plan:
     Run away fast as you can.